Chapter 1107 - So Many Faces...

His entire body aching, his Golden Core shuddering, his Nascent Soul crying, for the first time since he had arrived, Di Tou felt truly in tune with his cultivation. It didn't feel like a tool, it didn't feel like a set of armor, or something that 'othered' him in his own body. His cultivation just felt like a part of him, the condensation of his soul and will that was moving at his direction, at his hope. At this moment, Di Tou vaguely started to understand the joy of cultivation and understood why confidence mattered so much to cultivators.